Posted on 12/27/2013 11:24:17 AM PST by honestabe010
Bookmark for later use. (Thanks for posting the maps).
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/bloggers/3105830/posts?page=460#460
You’re welcome.
The same maps refresh every few hours, so even if I miss a day they are still valid the following day.
A special, Darks-designed piano, with fangs.
Kathleen had a difficult night, but at least she's old enough for Vick's Vapo-Rub. For a while, nobody was selling cough medicine for babies; now they are, but it's just chamomile and honey! Not spending $6 for a couple of ounces of that!
Makes me feel left out...
“I have closed the portal to the evil dimension of rocking chairs!”
The piano rewards good melodies with purring.
It punishes bad playing by chasing, nibbling, and attempting to devour bad pianists.
*mental image of grand piano chewing on someone with the soundboard lid*
But you have the circle to yourself!
*snif*
It’s no fun without others for warmth and comfort...
Good morning! It’s 39 and sunny, and I was going to try and go to church this morning, but put in a miserable night last night.
So I will go in and lie down in an hour or two, and see how that makes me feel. I’m sure not going anywhere!
And if you sing off key, the piano snaps at your fingers.
30s and raining here. Our choir is singing at 1:00, and then I have to take Tom at 4:30 to be one of the Three Kings.
Odd that you should mention that. I've been exploring The Evil Dimension of Timmy. Rocking chairs are mentioned.
Wade looked somberly at his two sons. His two normal sons.
His two troublesome sons. The typical boys, as compared to Timmy, who was never any trouble.
He chuckled inwardly. Dexter and Oliver looked at each other.
Boys, youre missing something, and its something important. You two would make any father proud, but I have three sons. I know you have a thing about Timmy, but I think its misplaced.
He grew thoughtful, Timmys a good lad, but hes not all there. He looked at them. Thats a joke. You can laugh now.
Dexter and Oliver made a pathetic, insincere kind of chuckle.
Wade stared at them. Anyway, Im getting older. Its something to think about. Youre getting older too. Soon youll be in and out of High School, and maybe college if youre up for that. Ill be sitting around in a rocking chair, waiting for people to come visit me.
Of course, Timmy will be around too. The question is, will he be getting older like the rest of us? Its still a little early to tell, but we have clues. Timmy never needs a haircut. He never needs to get his fingernails trimmed. He probably will never need to shave, but you two arent too far away from that.
Timmy may be unchanged when I am in my rocking chair. Theres a possibility he may be unchanged when you are in your rocking chairs! Now, think about that for a minute.
I know you think that you dont have room in your lives for someone like Timmy. But Im telling you, if youre smart, you dont want to keep him out of it.
Wade picked up his beer can, holding it as he looked at them. Are you smart?
Oliver said, Dad, if this is about the choir practice
Dont. Wade said. Oliver gulped.
You three boys are like these beers. You look the same, but Timmys container makes a different sound. He tapped the can, and it made a tinny, empty sound.
You two are full of it. He continued. Youre full of yourselves and your own self-importance. Thats why you make a different sound than he does. Youre not so different from Tim, and for a good reason, you all started from the same material. But Timmy has room for love, and you dont because youre full of something else.
Now I want you to be nicer to Timmy, and be nicer to his friends, too. You are his friends, you know. Just ask him. He loves you. He drew a deep breath. His problem is he cant be like you. And I know you cant be like him either. But you can be his brothers. Give him help when he needs it, and let him be a part of your lives too. Youll both be a whole lot richer for it.
He looked at them.
They looked at each other.
Anything to say? Wade asked.
Dad, youre right. Well
Dont say it if you dont mean it, Wade said.
Well be thinking about what you said. Dexter went on. Timmy seems to have found some interests to keep him busy, so maybe he wont be looking so vulnerable, to us I think thats what triggers our attitude.
Being bullies?
They squirmed. Not intentionally, no.
All right. If you can recognize that youre stepping over the line, that means at least that you know where the line is. Keep what I said in mind. I dont want to have to make up all this crap again, because it might come out different next time, and I dont want you boys to be confused. Go on. Go play, and have fun. But be nice.
Bump for later. Time to bundle up and head out. I think I’ll wear my knockoff Ugg-boots for the trip, and put on my Real Shoes when I get there.
It may be a nice day here, but I’ve got the S-L-O-W-S again. I’m sure it was from my wicked night.
At any rate, I’m sure nothing exciting is going to happen, so I will soon go curl up with a good book.
Ungh.
Bet you were surprised to discover that today’s sermon was being delivered by beer-drinking Wade, weren’t you?
Not a bad one, all things considered. “Go play, and have fun. But be nice.”
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